Chapter 1- The Surfer

"Good Morning Middleton, it is currently 5 after the hour in this great city," the radio clicked on and the way to cheery morning announcer started reading off the newssheet in front of him, "Repairs are currently under way to restore most of the power grid in the Lowerton area. As you all know, that area was heavily damaged earlier this year during the Lil' Diablo incident. City officials plan on having all power online sometime within the next week," he paused to change newssheets and take a sip of coffee. Several seconds later, he was back, "If you're planning on going down to Lowerton, plan on an additional 25-30 minutes of traffic. Currently its 68 degrees, going to be another scorcher so make sure you carry lots of water and don't forget your sunscreen. Now onto National News, the international criminal and personal nemesis of teen hero Kim Possible, Dr. Drakken along with his sidekick Shego, have escaped from one of Global Justice's 'Top Holding Facilities'," his tone indicated the sarcasm in his voice, "How they escaped is still a mystery, although sources tell us it was an inside job. Now, let's get back to that music. Its-"

A small and lithe hand snaked it's way out of the bed clothes and finally located the clock radio before slamming the snooze button down. Rolling over and kicking the sheets off her, Kim Possible looked up at the ceiling and asked, "Is it too much to ask for a day off, I mean one day that I didn't hear about how a villain escaped, or how the world is going to end? Can't I just get one day with Ron? Please?"

Hearing no answer, she slowly sat up. When was this all going to end? Why couldn't she just live a normal life like every other teen girl, get up, go to school, hang out with her boyfriend, play tricks on Bonnie. You know, girl stuff.

Nevertheless, here she was having to get up September 3rd, she froze, her green eyes widening in shock, September 3rd meant that it was-

"Ready for the first day of being a senior, KP?" asked her boyfriend of three months as he walked straight into her room without knocking.

"Ron Dean Stoppable! You know better than bursting into my room this early! Get out, I'm not ready yet!" she yelled at him, as he stumbled into the room.

"Gotcha 110 percent KP, I'll be downstairs, you do know we leave in," he checked his watch, "25 minutes?" A pillow thrown at him gave him the answer he needed. "I'll be waiting GF."

He exited the room as she sank back onto her bed; she loved him so much, but was it so hard to knock? She sat up and walked to the bathroom praying the tweebs hadn't taken all the hot water.


"Good morning Dr. P's squared," called Ron as he reached over and pulled out a donut from the bag he brought with him to the Possible house.

"Good Morning Ronald, I trust Kimmie-Cub was awake?" asked Dr. James Possible while reading the morning newspaper.

"A Bon-diggity yes, Up and at em' and ready to face the day," answered Ron in his traditional enthusiastic Ron way.

Hearing the upstairs shower start, they all settled into making breakfast. Ron had been proving himself an excellent cook these last couple of months as he had come over on a daily basis to cook breakfast and dinner.

"Hmmm, Rufus I think today that I'm going to do an omelet with some bacon and green peppers put in. I know its missing something…but what?" Ron asked his little friend.

"Cheese!" was the reply from the naked mole rat.

"Of course! Little guy, I can't believe that I forgot about the piece-de-resistance," exclaimed Ron as he reached into the Possible's fridge.

"Ron, I didn't know you knew French," said Kim as she walked in, still toweling off her hair.

"Oh you know me, Mr. Speaker of French and all those...frenchiness...things," he struggled to keep his honor intact as he lied.

"You were watching a French cooking show again last night, weren't you," asked Kim with an eyebrow arched.

"Hmm…well…yeah, but it sounded cool," he looked at her as he said it, taking his eye off the omelet as it started to be nearly done.

"It's all right Ron," she said as she leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. Ron turned back to the now finished omelet as his face turned as red as his Jersey. He still hadn't gotten used to their kissing in front of her parents, Mrs. Possible was all right, but Mr. Possible still left magazines about black holes and space probes lying around. Pulling the omelet off the burner, he made a motion with the spatula and deposited it on Kim's plate.

"Chef Ron, vould like you to zample zee first omelet," he bowed immensely as he did his best French accent.

"Ron," she said as she took the first bite, "it tastes great, now let's finish up and go."

"Way ahead of you KP," he pulled out his half-eaten omelet from the fridge. Tossing it all into his mouth, he swallowed half of it in one gulp before he was forced to throw the rest away due to the fact that it was cold, "Ahh, another good omelet, just cold. Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I guess. See you guys after school," she said quickly as she raced to put her shoes on. Stopping at her father, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "I love you daddy."

"I know Kimmie-Cub, now get going," he motioned towards the door, "or else you'll be late."

"All right, let's go Ron. Tweebs, we're leaving, if you want a ride, get down here now."

As everyone ran out of the house, the doctors were only left to reminisce on what was going on.

"They grow up so quickly, don't they hon?" asked Dr. Ann Possible.

"Sure do, well at least they're old enough to make good decisions," Dr. James Possible set down his newspaper, got up and hugged his wife.

"Yeah, but I can't help but think that things are going to go down hill from here on out," said Mrs. Possible.

"Hey, we're parent's that's our job, we have to worry about them all the time. Now let's go to work and focus on saving the world."

"All right, have a good day."

"You too."

15 minutes later, both Possibles left the house and went to their work. Unknown to them, but there was someone watching their house and as soon as they left, sneaked inside.

With the house empty, the person had complete access to what was needed. The first thing the intruder did was flit up to Kim's room and snag a few red hairs still resting on her pillow. The second thing they did was pull out a partially eaten burrito from the garbage.

With the mission complete, the intruder fled the scene, leaving a single strand of long black hair.


"Dang, KP look at all this traffic. You'd think that this area was experiencing a black out or something," Ron complained as he sat in the passenger's seat of Kim's SL Roth.

"Ron, this area was hit the hardest during the Lil' Diablo incident. It seems only natural that the area is still under construction," she explained with an annoyed tone in her voice, this was the third complaint in as many minutes and it was starting to get to her. Silence descended on the car for a few moments until Tim looked out the back window and with wide eyes, spoke up.

"Kim there's-" started Tim

"I don't care what it is, lets just enjoy the peace and quiet of the moment," she snapped, she had reached her limit and she didn't care what she said now.

"But Kim-" started Jim.

"No 'buts' no interruptions, nothing. Just the silence. I don't care if it's an asteroid about to wipe us out, a walking mechanical robot destroying Middleton, or even Drakken walking around traffic asking for loose change. I want complete silence. Understand?"

Looking out his rearview mirror, Ron asked, "Even if it's some surfer on a mechanical glider, board, thingy and he's flying around traffic throwing cars aside like no one's business?"

"RON! I SAID-Wait what?" she stared at him as if he had grown an additional head.

"Yeah, there's a dude flying and he's getting closer and-"

WHOOSH! The surfer flew right over their car, scratching the paint and rattling the windows. He rode something that resembled a snowboard, but it was a little larger than the standard one and had little turbines built into it to keep the board afloat. He wore a black trench coat over what looked like state of the art body armor, on his face was what looked like a paintball mask, but it all seemed more polished and stronger than a run of the mill paint ball mask. Looking closer, Kim could see that he had semi-long brown hair, a somewhat decent physique, and a general disregard for the nearby cars.

Not to mention a nice butt, she thought, but then started mentally slapping herself for the comment,I've got Ron, I've got Ron, That's enough.

She looked forward to see that the Surfer had stopped and brought his glider around until he was hovering right in front of their car. Looking at its occupants, he did a slight head nod and blew Kim a kiss. Raising his eyebrows slightly the surfer turned around and flew off.

"That's it!" Kim shouted as she hit a button in side console. A side panel slid open and two hair dryers sat there waiting for a situation like this, "I've officially had it with this day. This is personal. No one scratches my car, or flirts with me like that," she reached and pulled them out of their restraints, "Ron, Take the car to school, Tweebs don't screw off in class, I'll follow shortly," ordered Kim, with that she leaned over kissed Ron on the cheek, opened the sunroof and climbed out. Looking at the nearby buildings, she pulled out the hair dryers and launched the grappler hook at one of the closer buildings. It latched onto the building and pushing a button allowed her body to be pulled up above traffic.

Swinging after the surfer, she thought, Spiderman, you've got nothing on me.


Kim swung along after the surfer slowly playing catch-up. When she got within 15 feet of the guy, she called out, "Hey, you owe me a new paint job."

Slowing down, the surfer spun the board around and looked at the teen superhero struggling to keep up with him. "Miss Possible, you do me an honor. I've had women chase me before, but you're the first to leave her boyfriend to chase me," he paused and added in a playful tone, "I'm flattered. If I didn't know any better, I'd wager that you were a past lover of mine."

"You wish surfer boy," she answered sarcastically and with that, Kim flew close enough to swing right into the surfer with all her weight, effectively knocking him off his board towards the ground. Swinging up to the top of a building, Kim looked at the surfer fall towards a construction site that was trying to rebuild one of the office buildings destroyed by the Diablos. Squinting her eyes, Kim saw him push a button on his forearm and like magic; the board flew underneath him and caught him.

Flying back up to her, he asked with a touch of annoyance in his voice, "You honestly didn't think that I would fall to my doom did you? Do I look that stupid?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? Or can I answer yes and be done with it?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

"Ouch lover, that hurt, that hurt right here, and after all the good times we shared," he pointed to his heart with a hurt tone in his voice. Cocking his head to one side, he paused and then nodded, "Well, as much fun as this has been lover, there's an entire world out there, and only one of me. Ta-ta for now and see you in another life," and he was gone.

"Oh no you don't!" Kim jumped right off the edge of the building and tackled him as he was flying away.

The board was unprepared for the sudden wait gain and together the two descended rapidly towards the ground. Actually, they started tumbling toward ground head over heels. With just moments to spare, the surfer activated tiny jets on the underside of his board and they skimmed along the ground, dodging people left and right as they leveled out. When the fear of sudden death had passed, Kim and the man started trading blows on the board. Kim landed a good hit on his jaw and saw him lean back. Looking to her right, she saw that they were flying straight into the construction site that she had seen earlier.

"Crap."

The surfer looked Kim's way and saw the approaching site too. Cursing softly to himself, he punched Kim in the stomach and for a split second, she couldn't breathe as the air was forced out of her lungs.

I get hit by Shego all the time and now I fight some random surfer, I drop my guard and he takes advantage of it, why wouldn't he? Kim asked herself silently as she forced air back into her lungs.

Returning to the task at hand, she threw a right hook that caught the surfer in the jaw, or where his jaw would be if he hadn't been wearing the mask. Shrugging it off and tapping the faceplate where Kim had hit him, he made his move.

He moved quickly, and grabbing her by the head, he pushed her down so her face was level with his belt. Looking around, the surfer gave a smug nod to all the construction workers that they were passing.

From her position, Kim looked up, she saw the man crouch as a girder flew over their heads. When the girder had passed, she pushed her head back up and started a flurry of attacks against her opponent. Performing a similar move on him, Kim pushed the man backwards. He went with the push and leaned back, stopping when his body was at a 60-degree angle, only he didn't fall off. She looked down and saw that his feet were locked into the board with bindings.

He tilted his head forward and shrugged his shoulders, "Again, what did you expect, I am after all-"

WHAM! His head hit a concrete wall and just went straight on through it. In addition to the pipe beyond it, and the empty space, where the glider sped up, and then his head went through a steel wall and with another bone wrenching CRACK, they flew out the other side of the construction site like a bat out of hell.

The glider automatically gained altitude and flew above the city stopping and circling the city at 5000 feet. Looking at the surfer, she gasped in shock as she saw that his head was still attached, and there wasn't even a drop of blood anywhere on him. She grabbed him by the outside of his jacked and pulled him towards her. When she had him leaning upright, his hand flashed out and grabbed her by the neck, cutting off all air.

Pulling her close to him, he whispered in her ear, "Play time's over Kim," he leaned forward and she felt the glider dip straight down. Faster and faster they fell, faster than she had ever fallen. Kim vaguely felt the air pass her by as she started to lose consciousness. The ground was fast approaching and still the surfer pressed silently on.


Ron had finally gotten out of the traffic and was pulling into the parking lot of school when he saw the surfer start to fall with Kim. Seeing them fall faster and faster, he floored it in a hope that he could catch them with the car, or at least do something. At the very last second, the surfer pulled up and skimmed the ground flying directly at the car. Ron slammed on the breaks and prayed that there wouldn't be an accident. The car screeched to a halt and he slowly opened his eyes. The surfer had gotten off his board and was walking over to where Ron still sat with his hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel. Looking at Ron and nodding, the surfer laid Kim down on the hood of the car.

Looking at Ron and the Tweebs still in the car, the surfer spoke with a slight laugh in his voice, "Better keep a better eye on her. Next time I might not be merciful." And with that, he was gone.

Ron rushed out of the car and was at Kim's side in an instant.


The last thing Kim remembered was the ground rushing at her while she thought, Damn, wish I'd been nicer to Ron. The next thing she knew, Ron was standing over her, judging by the way he was standing; he had just given her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. She looked up at Ron, smiled, which drew a questioning look to his face, and then grabbed him and pulled him on top of her. Losing his balance, they both tumbled off the hood of the car and fell on the ground in a heap. Kim pushed herself to her feet as Ron stayed down on the ground just smiling with a distant expression on his face.

A car horn blasted from right behind them and Josh Mankey leaned out the window, "Hey, you two can practice on your own time, I need to get to class."

Growling, Kim straightened her clothes and pulled Ron to his feet, "C'mon lover boy, go save us some seats in homeroom."

"Roger Kimbo," Ron saluted dreamily and stepped on the sidewalk, Jim and Tim got out of the car too so they could get to class as Kim honked the horn and went to park the car. Seeing Monique and a new student, Ron walked over to them and said in his gangster voice, "'Sup ladies. Ron is in the house, no need for alarm."

Monique and the girl just gave him the "you're so stupid" look that all girls can give so well.

"What, was it something I said?" asked Ron completely oblivious to the fact that he sounded like a moron, but he stopped and peered at the exchange student, "You look very familiar. Have we met before?"

"No, I don't believe that we have," was the meek reply from the girl.

"Wait a second…I know you. You're Yo-mphshphhisf" Ron's next word was cut off as the exchange student jumped on Ron and proceeded to give him one of the deepest and most passionate kisses in recorded history. Ron's legs collapsed in shock and they both tumbled onto the ground with her straddling Ron.

Raising her head from Ron's the girl spoke softly, "Stoppable-San, shut up," she hissed and resumed kissing Ron.

Monique was frozen, no way was Kim going to stand for this, na-uh, she thought, I should probably do something, but that girl will probably kill anyone who touches the exchange student before her. I'll just melt into the wall here. Bonnie was just pulling into school but had her foot on the brake, frozen in shock; Mankey had crashed his car into Brick's who was frozen in shock, even the twins agreed,

"Dead girl walking?"

"Hoosha."


Disclaimer I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does, I just write about it.

All right, so I know that the story has been done for about a month, but I never really liked these first few chapters. So I'm going back to edit them again, add more details and such, nothing fancy, just fleshing out these first few chapters a bit. This won't affect the rest of the story so no worries there. Feel free to leave a review on whether you like the changes.